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Category:
Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
12
Views:
3,507
Reviews:
40
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Making The Rounds
Sorry this is so short, everyone
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Brad stopped in mid stride, pivoted on his heel and stalked back the direction they\'d come in.
Omi and Nagi glanced at one another and shrugged. He had transportation and it wasn\'t like they all needed to stay together anymore because the \'children\' were certainly old enough to take care of themselves at this point.
Yohji glanced around for a moment and after discovering Aya was missing as well as Schuldig, decided to follow the leader of Schwarz. He caught up to him a minute later.
“What did you see?” Yohji asked. Oddly enough he had gotten used to Brad and Schuldig\'s interesting \'talents\' over the last few days.
“Something I hope I\'m wrong about. For both our sakes,” Brad growled.
He finally located the ladies shop with the obnoxious pink color scheme and strode inside. He ignored the startled and confused looks of several women in the store and headed straight for the dressing rooms. Finding the one he was looking for easily enough by the crowd of giggling girls with their ears pressed against the door.
“Move!” he snarled at them in Japanese. There was a collective squeak as most of them backed off and away. He tried the door and found it locked, hardly surprising. He backed up a step before kicking the door in. The crappy pressed board splintered and flew everywhere revealing a smug looking Schuldig and an excruciatingly embarrassed Aya.
Aya was trying to hide behind his hair when Schuldig leaned forward and said into his ear. “Don\'t worry. No one will remember a thing except for Brad. I swear.”
“Are you sure?”
“Dead sure,” he said firmly. “Brad\'ll only remember because I can\'t get past the bastard\'s shields.”
Brad stepped into the room, his face reflecting emotions in ways that would never happen when he was older. “Are you actually as stupid as I accuse you of being, Schuldig,” he asked, glaring at both his and Aya\'s half dressed state. He\'d ignore the fact that when he\'d kicked the door in Schuldig had been in the process of unzipping Aya\'s pants.
“Like you give two shits about what I do,” Schuldig said. He buttoned up his shirt before helping Aya into his.
“We are going to have a long conversation about this,” Brad said, glaring at the two of them.
“No. We aren\'t. It\'s none of your business what I do on my own time,” Schuldig said, putting his arm around Aya. “I\'ll make sure Yohji forgets he ever saw us, Ran.”
Brad snarled, whipped back around and walked out of the small room. He snagged Yohji by the elbow and dragged him out of the store before either of the other boys left the dressing room.
Yohji sighed heavily. “So, it bugs you too,” he said, glancing at Brad.
“No,” he said flatly.
“Bullshit. You wouldn\'t be so pissed off if it didn\'t bug you.”
Brad frowned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Whatever. Not like I ever demanded he live celibate. Not that he wouldn\'t completely ignore an order like that just to piss me off.”
“Does he know?”
“Know what?” Brad asked, looking at him blankly.
“That you\'re interested in him.”
“Gods, I hope not! I\'d never get any peace if that were the case.”
“Then you can\'t very well be upset about him making out with someone else,” Yohji pointed out.
***
Brad stopped in mid stride, pivoted on his heel and stalked back the direction they\'d come in.
Omi and Nagi glanced at one another and shrugged. He had transportation and it wasn\'t like they all needed to stay together anymore because the \'children\' were certainly old enough to take care of themselves at this point.
Yohji glanced around for a moment and after discovering Aya was missing as well as Schuldig, decided to follow the leader of Schwarz. He caught up to him a minute later.
“What did you see?” Yohji asked. Oddly enough he had gotten used to Brad and Schuldig\'s interesting \'talents\' over the last few days.
“Something I hope I\'m wrong about. For both our sakes,” Brad growled.
He finally located the ladies shop with the obnoxious pink color scheme and strode inside. He ignored the startled and confused looks of several women in the store and headed straight for the dressing rooms. Finding the one he was looking for easily enough by the crowd of giggling girls with their ears pressed against the door.
“Move!” he snarled at them in Japanese. There was a collective squeak as most of them backed off and away. He tried the door and found it locked, hardly surprising. He backed up a step before kicking the door in. The crappy pressed board splintered and flew everywhere revealing a smug looking Schuldig and an excruciatingly embarrassed Aya.
Aya was trying to hide behind his hair when Schuldig leaned forward and said into his ear. “Don\'t worry. No one will remember a thing except for Brad. I swear.”
“Are you sure?”
“Dead sure,” he said firmly. “Brad\'ll only remember because I can\'t get past the bastard\'s shields.”
Brad stepped into the room, his face reflecting emotions in ways that would never happen when he was older. “Are you actually as stupid as I accuse you of being, Schuldig,” he asked, glaring at both his and Aya\'s half dressed state. He\'d ignore the fact that when he\'d kicked the door in Schuldig had been in the process of unzipping Aya\'s pants.
“Like you give two shits about what I do,” Schuldig said. He buttoned up his shirt before helping Aya into his.
“We are going to have a long conversation about this,” Brad said, glaring at the two of them.
“No. We aren\'t. It\'s none of your business what I do on my own time,” Schuldig said, putting his arm around Aya. “I\'ll make sure Yohji forgets he ever saw us, Ran.”
Brad snarled, whipped back around and walked out of the small room. He snagged Yohji by the elbow and dragged him out of the store before either of the other boys left the dressing room.
Yohji sighed heavily. “So, it bugs you too,” he said, glancing at Brad.
“No,” he said flatly.
“Bullshit. You wouldn\'t be so pissed off if it didn\'t bug you.”
Brad frowned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Whatever. Not like I ever demanded he live celibate. Not that he wouldn\'t completely ignore an order like that just to piss me off.”
“Does he know?”
“Know what?” Brad asked, looking at him blankly.
“That you\'re interested in him.”
“Gods, I hope not! I\'d never get any peace if that were the case.”
“Then you can\'t very well be upset about him making out with someone else,” Yohji pointed out.